#Chapter 21: Red Wine

Audrey I stood nervously in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, tugging at the hem of my deep burgundy dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places, the sleeveless cut accentuating my arms and shoulders. I had made it myself just last semester, and hadn’t had a chance to wear it out yet. But as flattering as it was, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. This was, after all, a date with Edwin. Well, not technically a ‘date’ date. Just dinner between a student and her professor. A friendly outing to thank him for all his help and support over the past few months. Or at least, that was what I had told myself when I finally mustered up the courage to send that email asking him out to dinner. And yet, as I smoothed my hands over the soft fabric bunching at my waist, I couldn’t quite deny the nervous energy bubbling up beneath my skin. “Get a grip, Audrey,” I muttered to my reflection, raking my fingers through my curls. We were just tw